Rattus Norvegicus 1V
Alan A Hillier takes us back in time to celebrate the 34th Anniversary of the release of the first and arguably greatest Stranglers album and recounts his psychedelic introduction to it before its release in April 1977.
First Things First!!!
“Didn’t have the money round to buy a Morry thou
Been around and seen a lot to shake me anyhow
Begged and borrowed sometimes I admit I even stole
But the worst crime that I ever did was playing Rock n Roll”Â
The first verse, of the first song, played on the first occasion that I ever clapped eyes on the Stranglers.
The astounding keyboard introduction to ”ËGrip,’ buzzed and snapped like an electrified chain saw and exploded from Dave Greenfield’s Leslie cabinet and opened proceedings, on Sunday November 14th 1976. Those first few seconds; that fractional lull as Dave played alone, threw me completely because within moments the band had crashed in ensemble. It hit me like a fucking steam train from three feet away”Â¦”Â¦Boooooooooooooooooom”Â¦”Â¦..
Positioned a few feet away from John’s bass rig I thought my ribs were going to shatter, my head explode, I didn’t even know if I was going to get out of that gaff alive, but at that moment I couldn’t give a fuck.This was it.
The Finchley Boys were born in that moment and were spread out right across the front of the tiny stage and to a man, were going mental right from the off, instinctive, primal, tribal, we had found what we had been looking for.
I had never heard anything like it. Hugh Cornwell spitting and snarling out his vocals and JJ Burnel’s menacing, raucous growling bass thumping through my 18 year old slender body, Jet’s taut drumming as tight as a ducks arse with his mesmeric head movements and blinking eyelids and of course those demonic swirling keyboards launched us all on a long journey that night, a journey that has yet to see it’s conclusion.
Grip kicked it all off but it was only part of a staggering set list which included all of the tracks that would appear on Rattus Norvegicus and ultimately change the course of our young lives.
A few weeks after our first meeting the Stranglers were in TW studios in Fulham Palace Rd and in an incredible five weeks they had recorded the whole album with Martin Rushent at the helm, ably assisted by Alan Winstanley, an incredible feat, an almost unbelievable achievement and I defy anyone to show me an example that can compare. In my opinion, at that time, it was a debut album without comparison and rocked the industry and the great unwashed (like me) to its foundations and set the tone for an incredible year.
John Peel was playing Grip as soon as it was released in February 1977 and I’ll never forget the day that I heard it played for the first time on national radio during the day time.
Working, at this time, was a complete distraction from what we all doing most of the time, but the occasional day here or there kept the wolves from our doors and put some food in our young bellies, but we really didn’t care, there was only one thing we wanted to do, one place we wanted to be and one band we wanted to see and hang out with, The Stranglers. They had instinctively taken to us and we had felt the same way about them; there was an instant bond between us, which, in many ways remains to this day.
Sitting on two short boards sixty feet up on an embryonic scaffold, eating a cheese roll and trying to use my frozen fingers to pour a cup of tea from a battered old flask whilst freezing to death on top of a windswept London landscape in the middle of Kings X, I heard the radio presenter calmly say
“This is ”ËGet a Grip on your self’ ”Â¦”Â¦”Â¦.by the Stranglers”Â
I was gob smacked”Â¦”Â¦”Â¦”Â¦”Â¦This was my band”Â¦”Â¦”Â¦”Â¦and now they were on national radio and on their way to getting the recognition we all believed they deserved. As the knackered old transistor radio delivered the song to the very best of its ability I shuffled around on that scaffold thinking ”Ënobody here can possibly understand what’s going on in my head at this moment’, so I said nothing. In that minute sitting up on that scaffold something changed dramatically, the band that I had taken to my heart were now becoming famous and I felt such a surge of excitement which is almost indescribable. This was the first Strangler song I ever heard ”Ëlive’ and now it was the first that I had heard played on the radio and I don’t think it will matter how much time passes, whenever I hear it I still get the same buzz and I always feel like jumping around like the 18 year old loonie that still lives somewhere inside of me.
A Midnight Winters Dream!! !and Temple Balls’
In early 1977 Hugh had a flat right at the top of a Georgian Mansion block in Eggerton Gardens in Knightsbridge (right near Harrods) and occasionally we used to hang out there.
When we arrived, we’d ring on his bell and Hugh would slide open his kitchen window, stick his head out, have a quick look to see who it was then, after we had decided who had drawn the short straw to actually catch them, a monstrous bunch of keys would be launched out of the window and we would let ourselves in.
If we were picking him up first thing in the morning to go somewhere in particular, you could bet a pound to a penny that he’d be eating toast covered in honey”Â¦he loved the stuff.. This flat was really not that big, but was full of old and somewhat eccentric furniture, which seemed to suit him.
Sometime in very early 1977 I remember turning up at the flat, with my brother Steve, Graham Hayhoe and a few of the other boys in the early evening. Hugh had just ‘cooked’ for this chick, yea, I can see all your faces thinking that’s quite funny but Hugh could whack up the old Spag Bol in order to survive. The chick that Hugh had been entertaining just seemed to disappear when we arrived. I really don’t want to appear like we were all a bunch of chauvinist Pigs, but back then we had a kind of unspoken understanding and that kind of thing just seemed to happen naturally.
The early evening banter had subsided a bit as the evening wore on more than a few ”Ërefreshments’ were now being enjoyed. Things were pretty hectic all round in those first couple of months (and indeed thereafter) and the tour schedule was unrelenting, to say the least and it was nice to enjoy these rare moments and just sit around, talking, doing nothing and having a laugh.
It started raining that night at about 10 o’clock and never stopped until the middle of the next day. As the night wore on the rest of the boys had ”Ëseemingly’ had enough and drifted off to various corners of the flat to crash for the night, but I had recently discovered my capacity for these ”Ërefreshments’ and on this occasion, in these circumstances, sleep was the last thing that was on my greatly expanded young mind.
As things fell completely quiet, sometime just before midnight, Hugh and I began an ”Ëin depth’ conversation about all sorts of things which was to last all night. The heavy rain had turned into an incredible thunderstorm that raged unabated outside. It rained that night, all night, like I can never remember it raining before. We stood out on the roof at times and watched ”Ëlumps’ of rain fall like wayward golf balls splattering across the rooftop in dramatic sheets and that night lives on in my memory to this very day.
At some point, Hugh disappeared but quickly returned holding a promo copy of the yet to be released Rattus Norvegicus. At that moment none of us had heard the finished album (Not many people had) and he whacked it on the turntable and we listened. We talked about the songs, track by track, we talked about the Finchley Boys, our young lives and experiences, we talked about everything and we played the album over and over, discovering new avenues to go down and new tangents to discuss.
I eventually woke up on the floor, where we had been. Hugh was understandably sparko in an armchair, the rain was still hammering down outside but I decided not to wake him up but just get cracking.
I woke Steve and the boys and when we left quietly at around dawn. I was still so stoned that I was actually tripping and I literally ‘Flew’ back to Finchley in an out of body experience. Steve was driving the old Blue Bedford that would eventually take us up to Swansea and all of the way home I was in the grip of a remarkable and vivid hallucination. Even though I really knew that I was physically sitting in the van, my mind was actually flying high above it and my physical reality fluctuated between the two. It was one of the most amazing experiences that I have ever had and shows how powerful our minds are, especially when they are stimulated. I genuinely could see all the landmarks and major roads from a birds eye view and I really will never ever forget it.
Thirty Four years have vanished in a blink of an eye, but in my opinion Rattus Norvegicus still stands the test of time and is as exciting and vibrant today as it was back then
Alan A Hillier
April 17th 2011
(United Artists Records, 1977)